There are words that refuse to be archived. They remain in a corner of memory like objects found in an attic: a little dusty, but intact in their truth. When they touch, they vibrate again, as if time had no power over them. It is from this mystery, from this silent persistence, that the book is born, and having collected verses already written means listening to a chorus of voices belonging to the same soul, but not at the same moment. Each poem is a window onto a landscape that no longer exists, yet continues to breathe. Rereading them, i understood that the past is not an immobile place: it is a territory that changes with us, which can only be traversed by those who are willing to walk slowly. In these pages, i have not attempted to reconstruct a chronological path, nor to order emotions according to a linear logic; i have preferred to follow the secret thread that unites what has been said to what still demands to be heard. Some texts have returned to light with the force of an ancient call, others have knocked discreetly, like guests afraid to disturb. All, however, hold a spark that has not succumbed to the passing of the years. This book is an invitation to pause, to let the words pass through one like a wind carrying distant scents, past seasons, faces we have not forgotten.It is a journey that does not pretend to lead from one point to another, but to open up passages in memory, in nostalgia, in the awareness that every yesterday contains a fragment of our today. If, as you read, you feel an unexpected emotion emerge, an image that belongs to you, an echo you recognize, then these poems will have fulfilled their destiny: to come back to life and, above all, to become yours again.